So, my wonderful, lovely, not even a year and half old Macbook Pro, the one that has my NaNoWriMo novel's original files and all my wedding pictures on it?
DIED.
Today. In fact, before class. It froze up, then when I rebooted it, Silver went all "durrrrr, where's my operating system? Are you my mommy?"
And I freaked and took it to my old boss at CTS. And he told me, and I quote, "Your hard drive's hosed. I hope you have Time Machine."
And I was all NOOOOOOOOO NOT SILVER
and now we're going to the Apple Store in Syracuse tomorrow.
(at least my novel is safe in my Dropbox account, even if I did have to piece all 40 something RTF files that Scrivener made into a coherent word document)
DIED.
Today. In fact, before class. It froze up, then when I rebooted it, Silver went all "durrrrr, where's my operating system? Are you my mommy?"
And I freaked and took it to my old boss at CTS. And he told me, and I quote, "Your hard drive's hosed. I hope you have Time Machine."
And I was all NOOOOOOOOO NOT SILVER
and now we're going to the Apple Store in Syracuse tomorrow.
(at least my novel is safe in my Dropbox account, even if I did have to piece all 40 something RTF files that Scrivener made into a coherent word document)